Cousin Henry by Anthony Trollope

It was a moment of great triumph and of utter dismay -- of triumph to Mr. Apjohn, and of dismay to Cousin Henry. The two men at this moment -- as Mr. Brodrick was looking at the papers -- were struggling together upon the ground. Cousin Henry, in his last frantic efforts, had striven to escape from the grasp of his enemy so as to seize the will, not remembering that by seizing it now he could retrieve nothing. Mr. Apjohn had been equally determined that ample time should be allowed to Mr. Brodrick to secure any document that might be found, and, with the pugnacity which the state of fighting always produces, had held on to his prey with a firm grip. Now for the one man there remained nothing but dismay; for the other was the full enjoyment of the triumph produced by his own sagacity. "Here is the date," said Mr. Brodrick, who had retreated with the paper to the furthest corner of the room.

"It is undoubtedly my brother-in-law's last will and testament, and, as far as I can see at a glance, it is altogether regular. "